Once I'm on my feet i realize escape might not be so simple, panic begins to set in. i can't stay here. flight is essential but i can't let my fear show. Winning means fame and fortune, losing mean certain death, The Hunger Games have begun . . .

Aim higher in case you fall short.

I notice her blouse has pulled out of her skirt in the back again and force myself to stay calm. "Tuck your tail in, little duck," I say, smoothing the blouse back in place. Prim giggles and give me a small "Quack." "Quack yourself," I say with a light laugh. The kind only Prim can draw out of me.

Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing.

Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

Stupid people are dangerous.

If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up